Different Planet Ch 20

While a lot of the women got out of their seats, knowing even a young man like him would need some time to recharge, the skanky tattooed woman who was next in line just opened her knees wider, reached in between her legs and pulled her pussylips apart like batwings, flashing her pink at him, then letting them snap back. "Is it just me?" she mumbled when he looked away, "Or is it nuts out there?"

The word "reprobates" came to mind. But weren't they, according to Mrs Henderson, off in the other direction, where the beds and other play equipment had been laid out?

He closed his robe and tied it clumsily, then staggered off in that direction -- he wasn't going to sit in the circle of seats, not even to rest for a few seconds. The other guests smiled politely and nodded to him, but left him on his own. It was his Emancipation and they knew a horny young man would not disappoint them. Besides, there were so many other activities to watch at this party!

Quite a few of the beds in the play area were occupied by couples or threesomes. Annie Henderson sat astride a chubby young man's face, smiling as he licked right where Tony's penis had been only minutes ago. She certainly wasn't going to be satisfied with only a single thrust, even if she prized it as being Tony's very first.

Sighing softly, she leaned down and took the boy's erect penis in her mouth. Tony watched, fascinated, as she expertly fellated him, first teasing, licking up and down the shaft, tracing out the blue veins, tongue curling around the flared head as it emerged from the foreskin and tickling the sensitive underside. Bearing down, she would take the whole shaft into her mouth, her nose buried in his hairless testicles, her throat distended (she had picked a particularly well-endowed partner!), then bob up, almost letting the head slip free.

His body moved in response as she worked him, faster and faster until he was desperate to cum, but she kept control of him, her hips and thighs holding tight to his head, one hand cupping his testicles, the other steadying the shaft of his cock in her mouth. The only sign of her own mounting excitement was the faster rise and fall of her chest and the way her eyes gradually lost their focus as the boy frantically worked his tongue on her clit, in her vaj and, as her hips moved more urgently, even her anus.

Only after those hips shook violently and her pussyjuice flowed out to drench his face as she climaxed, did she allow the boy to finally ejaculate, desperately thrusting his hips and squirting gobs and gobs of his boyjuice for her. She gulped and swallowed and squeezed and sucked, guzzling it all down, except for a little choking, a little dribbling, few trickles escaping her lips and running down the shaft to drip on his testicles. Even that she licked up carefully before dismounting and lying next to the boy, kissing him and tonguing his sperm back and forth as they both tasted it, and tasted the pussyjuice on his lips and tongue. She smiled and winked at Tony. He wondered if they had tasted a little of his own pre-cum in all that.

Another few minutes wandering through the beds full of sweating, straining sexual athletes brought Tony around to the young slave who'd been beaten by her Mistress. Tony saw she was alone now, huddled on the bed and crying softly. Even though she was curled up, knees to her chin and arms around them, Tony could see how cruelly she had been treated.

"Hello," he said, sitting down on the bed next to her and running his fingers through her oh-so-short hair, "Are you enjoying my party?" He stared at her body, fascinated by the welts the cane had left, the deep indentations around her wrists and ankles from the rope.

She uncoiled slowly, painfully, moaning, "Ohhhhh, Tony!" as she opened his white terrycloth robe to get to his penis. "Let me suck your cock," she moved her head into his lap, "Please let me try to get you hard again!"

He pushed her back gently, "You're already getting me hard. What's your name?"

"Pecola," she sniffled, "Mistress says she gave me that name because the more she punishes me the better," she again tried to reach for his stiffening penis, "The better I get with my mouth and my pussy!"

When he pushed her away again, saying it wouldn't be fair to the women who'd waited their turn in the circle of chairs, she leaned back and pulled her knees up and apart, her gleaming black fingernails digging into the skin, "I know that skank who's waiting next in line for you! Mistress had to throw her out of the house after her nasty trash-talk went too far once too many times."

"But was she a good fuck?" Tony felt rather grown-up now, after making love to six women in quick succession.

"If her cunt is as mean as her mouth, you'll get hurt when you stick it in!" Pecola said, pulling her pussylips apart, opening herself up, enticing him with her tender pubic triangle, surrounded with angry red welts from Mistress's cane.

"Guess I'll just have to take that chance," Tony said, bending down quickly and giving her throbbing clit a quick swipe with his tongue, then standing up, smiling as she shivered, first with pleasure, then frustration when she discovered that was all she was going to get out of him before he made the circuit of the women waiting for him.

As it turned out, the skank's cunt didn't hurt. It was warm and sloppy wet and after he pumped his cock in her (twice, as it turned out, which was twice as many times he did it for any of the other women) she gave her explanation for why she was at his party, "I know I didn't fit any visual that anyone was going to lie down and take their clothes off about. Fuck doesn't come to me; I go out and look for it."